Friday was a day of medical terrors - all pre-op stuff. All to be gone over again for the second knee op - assuming I survive the first one. Which is why I am very grateful I am not a centipede - or I would be going through this one hundred times.
Yesterday was recovery, with a bit of study and some housework. A load of the books I have ordered arrived and were whisked away and hidden by a stern Captain Butterfly before I could read them all. They are supposed to be for my hospital stay and subsequent convalescence.
Being a great armchair climber, I have ordered some more climbing books, including that classic "The White Spider" which is going to be really harrowing.